Greaser Boy

You move around the party, walking tall
You’ve gotta prove that you’re a man
You grin and flex your muscles, strut your stuff
Show off your tattoos and your tan

Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you
What makes you do the things you do
Greaser boy, why can’t you see
You are own worst enemy

You single out a victim, a sacrifice
For your macho mentality
You do him in and leave him in agony
Another senseless casualty

Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you
What makes you do the things you do
Greaser boy, why can’t you see
You are own worst enemy

Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you
What makes you do the things you do
Greaser boy, why can’t you see
You are own worst enemy

You brag about your actions, spew verbal shit
You think you’re much too big to fall
But if by chance it happens and you’re alone
Who’s going to answer when you call

Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you
What makes you do the things you do
Greaser boy, why can’t you see
You are own worst enemy

Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy
Greaser boy